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Homeland
(20 June 1952 - / Kolkata / India)

Homeland

Raw, but evolved like you; yet in defiance
It remains even now. Puts one in a trance
To look on its beauty, majesty, glory.
Hundreds have died here, on battlefields gory.

From warpath to line of gray; morning fog,
Days of rain and sun, heat to kill a dog;
Life, death in the rugged land of the South.
Words of splendor overflow from one's mouth.
Close my eyes to sleep and dream; to be fanned
By a want; live a good life in Homeland.

Willing To Ask We can't always make sense
Of what happens here hence,
Until time passes by
And we choose to ask why.

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Comments (4)

daylight retified our reckoning Great conceptualization. Thanks for sharing.
Realisation of life at the end of the day..it is really beautiful poem.
Nighttime is the worst - the business of the day is over and nothing presents itself to distract and we are left prey to the tossing and turning in fruitless search of sleep while the heart yearns for the love that is gone. Great work.
' Love consumes time which is more dear than love ' - ***